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  1. vanalas
    It was expected since Mirriam gave him another speech the day Noah gave birth to Rain. I guess she just got disappointed that she didn't do enough go prevent what happened. As for Matteo, I have no idea what to call him. Just call him anything 😆
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    😟
  3. vanalas
    The lights inside the grand ballroom glowed like liquid gold, reflecting against the towering chandeliers and casting a warm radiance across the polished marble floors. Laughter, clinking glasses, and soft chatter filled the air, blending with the graceful notes of the live orchestra in the corner. Noah walked in by Jace’s side, every head turning toward him the moment they entered. He wore a suit that was unlike anything else in the room—a deep emerald green velvet jacket that shimmered un
  4. vanalas
    Well, maybe Jace needs a taste of his own medicine 💊
  5. vanalas
    😆 🤣 😂 😹 😆
  6. vanalas
    Someone said "fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." So I'm guessing one. Once is a mistake, twice is a habit
  7. vanalas
    🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞
  8. vanalas
    I agree. In the end, one would feel insecure the whole time and become the problem
  9. vanalas
    🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 mirriam
  10. vanalas
    Maybe, but do you think they are work with Chris being best friends with Jace? Wouldn't that be betrayal?
  11. vanalas
    It's "My love" for me 😆 🤣 😂 😹 I bet you were rolling your eyes whenever you read Jace saying that. I guess Noah is still in a cycle of those phases you were explaining in the previous chapter
  12. vanalas
    He was trying to be the main character
  13. vanalas
    That's where you come in and do some explanations. If you had done your job, none of this would have happened 😆
  14. vanalas
    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Treason! Off with his head 😆
  15. vanalas
    And he was reading td9he b ook "10 ways to be a good mistress" 💀 ☠️ 💀 he sure is breaking the rules. But that's what happens when you taste the forbidden fruit
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    🥲
  17. vanalas
    Noah’s hands trembled as he folded one tiny shirt after another. His son’s clothes lay in neat little piles on the bed, but his heart was anything but orderly. Every piece of fabric he touched carried memories—memories of late nights, bedtime stories, laughter—and all of it made his chest burn with the betrayal now poisoning his blood. His tears hadn’t stopped since he left the resort. Two hours of driving with his face soaked, his throat raw, his sobs shaking the steering wheel. And still,
  18. vanalas
    Thanks 😊 Just thriving to give you the best I can
  19. vanalas
    🤧
  20. vanalas
    Noah finally pushed open the car door, the stale air inside rushing out to meet the humid warmth of the afternoon. He had been sitting there for almost twenty minutes, staring through the windshield but seeing nothing—his mind consumed by the same gnawing question that refused to loosen its grip. Who did Jace buy that necklace for? And… why didn’t he tell me about it? The air outside was heavy with the scent of the sea, but it didn’t soothe him. Instead, he felt a weight in his ch
  21. vanalas
    My fingers are crossed with you
  22. vanalas
    Thank you so much. Hope I can deliver and not disappoint the next chapter 🙏 😌
  23. vanalas
    The moment Noah’s arms wrapped around him, Jace froze. A huge lump lodged itself in his throat, and something deep in his chest tightened, sharp and suffocating, as though a wound had suddenly split open inside him. His heart stuttered in panic. Fear — cold and heavy — took hold, spreading through his veins until even his fingertips felt numb. He eased himself out of Noah’s embrace, his voice unsteady as he forced a strained smile. “What… what are you doing here?” Noah gave him a
  24. vanalas
    Jace sat quietly in the passenger seat, pulling his underwear back on, his bare back glistening faintly with sweat in the muted lighting of the car’s tinted interior. Matteo leaned forward, lips brushing against the nape of his neck, planting soft kisses along his spine. The gesture made Jace chuckle lowly, his head tipping forward slightly, breath shaky but filled with warmth. “You always did that,” Jace murmured, voice husky. “Kiss my back like it was sacred.” Matteo didn’t reply at
  25. vanalas
    The song for this chapter
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